Cas knew exactly what Dean was doing with the demon he brought back, it wasn't like Dean brought demons home for afternoon tea and friendly chats. Usually when Dean reverted back to torture Cas would chug down a bottle of tequila and distract himself because the sight of Dean covered in blood, steady hands cutting into flesh, made Cas sick, reminded him of the broken soul he found in hell. That wasn't really an option right now with Cas being sort of sober, he had to resort to hiding out in his cabin trying to fit his Buddha statue back together. He made it absolutely clear to everyone that the other Dean was not to know what his future self was up to.

The sky got darker and darker and then it was eight o'clock but Cas didn't rush off to Dean's stupid meeting. He waited five, ten, fifteen minutes, before he forced himself to his feet and walked over to headquarters. It wasn't often Cas disobeyed a direct order and he was eager to see the look on Dean's face when he showed up late, silently letting the camps leader know he didn't control him anymore.

Except when Cas got there the room was nearly empty, only Dean stood by the table wiping blood off his hand. He shot a glance up at Cas and swiped cloth over a red stain on his cheek. "What are you doing here?"

"You said to meet here at eight."

"Did I?" Dean tossed the bloody rag in the trashcan. "I told everyone else nine."

"I should go."

"Sit." Dean ordered, sitting down on a chair and pulling another one up beside him. Cas ignored the order but didn't move to leave either, instead he watched Dean with wary eyes trying to figure out what he was up to. Dean reached into the cabinet and pulled out a half full bottle of Wild Turkey and two dirty glasses. He poured them each a glass and quickly gulped down his but Cas barely even glanced at the amber liquid.

"That's cute." Cas drawled. Dean slung one of his arms over the back of his chair and raised an eyebrow at Cas. "You're trying to get me back."

Dean snorted and refilled his glass. "I already told you I'm not going to chase after you."

"You think you can offer me some cheap booze and I'll just bend over for you?" Cas scoffed

"No." Dean stuck his hand in his pocket, pulled out a white bottle and slammed it down on the table. It was something new, Dean must have picked it up that morning when he went out. There was that familiar tug, his insides twisting, his mind counting the seconds that have passed since he last gotten his fix. Dean saw the way Cas's eyes locked on the pill bottle and chuckled, picking it up again and twisting open the cap.

"I should go." Cas repeated.

"There's the door." Dean pointed behind him but Cas didn't move, his eyes were glued on the pills that Dean poured out on the table, gel caps filled with a purple powder. Dean picked up four of the pills and plopped them one by one into the Wild Turkey, the liquid soaking in and making the gel soften and start to break apart.

"Please don't do this." Cas croaked, he didn't try to leave because he knew if he moved he'd loose all control, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from grabbing the pills and swallowing them all. Dean lifted the glass up but instead of offering it to Cas like he expected Dean held it up to his own lips. He took a drink, only enough to capture a pill before he set the glass back down, he smiled up at Cas one of the pills trapped between his front teeth. Dean bit down, breaking the gel casing and sending the powder bursting out unto his lips and gums. Cas pounced on him, the last of his will breaking as he pulled Dean to his feet and sucked his lip in between his teeth.

Cas pushed him back against the table, nearly knocking the Wild Turkey bottle over as he forced Dean down unto his back. He ran his tongue along Dean's teeth and gum, sucked the powder off his bottom lip and salvaged every speck of the drug he could reach. Cas crawled onto the table, coming to straddle Dean's hip between his thighs trying to get closer, only thinking about the bitter taste the unknown substance left in Dean's mouth. They finally pulled apart to breath, Dean spat on the table to clear out any of the drug Cas might have missed and Cas went straight for the glass. He poured the bourbon down his throat the drugs already smoothly dissolved in the drink, it streamed out of the corners of his mouth when he couldn't swallow fast enough. He went to grab the pills scattered on the table top but wrapped his hands in Cas's shirt and ripped it open, buttons clattered next to the pills Cas had been so eager for.

Dean stood up and Cas was forced to wrap his legs around the hunters waist to stop himself from tumbling to the ground. Dean only stumbled a few steps before he dropped to his knees and pushed Cas off of him. Cas's hands dropped to his belt, numb fingers fumbled to pull the strap free from the buckle. Dean pealed his shirt off and laughed at Cas's feeble attempt to remove his pants. Dean pushed Cas's hands aside and made quick work of his belt before yanking down his jeans and boxers. Cas attempted to lift his hips up to help Dean take off his clothes but everything was so foggy and his entire body felt like jelly.

"You still with me?" Dean asked when Cas's head lulled to the side. He didn't wait for an answer before he spit in his hand and rubbed it over his cock. On instinct Cas spread his legs and Dean grabbed his hips and pulled him into his lap. "Aren't you a good little bitch?"

Cas eyes wandered around the room when Dean began to push inside, Cas thought that he should paint the walls during the meeting. Something bright, maybe yellow, the dirty brown it was now was a little depressing. "Hey," Dean snapped, grabbing Cas's jaw and forcing him to look at Dean "fucking focus."

Cas blinked up at Dean, he was only vaguely aware of Dean moving inside him, he was much more interested in the green eyes staring up at him. An intense colour, Cas decided that the walls would look much better if they matched Dean's eyes. The man above him growled and reached between them, Cas almost jumped when he felt a rough hand slid up his dick. Dean's thumb swiped around Cas's head, gathering pre-come and sliding his hand back down Cas's length. He pumped in time with his thrusts, pulling a moan from Cas who cried out when Dean snapped his hips forward and hit his prostate.

Cas's mind began to swirl, Dean was trying to distract him, Dean probably didn't even want him to paint. Dean groaned and his eyes snapped shut, Cas whimpered at the loss and reached up to cup Dean's face. He ran his thumb gently beneath Dean's eyes, over and over till Dean finally jerked his eyes open. "Fuck, stop looking at me."

"You are so beautiful." Cas breathed.

"Son of a bitch." Dean swore before pulling out of Cas who frowned at the loss of warmth. Dean turned him over onto his stomach then yanked him onto his hands and knees before he slammed back in. Cas was unsteady and weak having to hold himself, Dean cursed again and pulled Cas back into his lap.

"Oh." Cas gasped, clueing back in on what was happening. Dean bit down on Cas's shoulder and his pained cry was strangled off into a moan when Dean wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock. "Dean."

The hunter sucked on his bite mark, his free hand dragged up Cas's chest and he flicked his thumb over his nipple. Cas head flopped back onto Dean's shoulder and Dean gave his nipple a tight twist sending a shiver threw the ex-angels body. "You're so fucking easy. You have a whole camp full of people crawling into your bed and it's still not enough is it?"

Cas's voice comes out a squeak, his hands reach back to try and find leverage but his limb are still to weak to do much more then meekly grip at Dean's hips. Dean's fingers pulled at Cas's messy hair till his neck was craned back so far it was hard to breath. "What would that kid think if he saw you like this?"

Dean ran his tongue over the shell of Cas's ear and released his hair to claw at his hip again. "Can he do this?" Dean growled. "Does he give you what you really want?

Teeth clamped down on his neck again, the pain letting Cas know Dean wanted an answer. "No, just- just you."

Dean groaned, his hand tightened around Cas as his pace sped up, it only took a few more strokes before Cas was coming hard shooting thick white stream across his chest. Dean pushed into Cas one last time before he lost it to, spilling hot inside of Cas before grunting and tossing him to the floor.

"Wow," Dean panted as he shoved his legs back into his pants "you lasted a whole twenty four before you came crawling back."

Cas felt finger card through his hair, ruffling it like he was a little kid. "No, that's not what…" He tried shaking his head but it made the world spin around him and he stopped.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Dean grunted and tossed Cas his jeans. Cas fingers shuffled at the buttons of his shirt it was only after he had thought he was half way done did he realize that most of his buttons had been ripped away and he'd only managed to do up one of the remainders.

"The buttons don't…work." Cas murmured dejectedly.

"You're like a fucking baby, you know that?" Dean muttered harshly. He yanked Cas's jacket closed and zipped it up, covering up both the cum stains on his shirt and the hickey on his neck. He pulled his pants back up but Cas remained on the floor, staring up at the ceiling till something was splashed in his face. His eyes instantly burned and the bit that had gotten in his mouth sent him into a fit of coughs. He rolled onto his side and furiously rubbed at his eyes but it didn't do much to help.

"Get up, everybody will be here soon." Dean set the bottle of bourbon back on the table and waited for Cas's body to stop trying to hack the booze out of his lungs. He ended up having to half drag Cas into one of the chairs and he instantly slumped against the table laying his head in his folded arms. He drifted in and out hearing the door open and close but more concerned on trying to remember where his shoes were.

"Oh, trust me, he wasn't lying." His Dean snorted and Cas looked up from his hiding place, seeing all the angry faces that surrounded him.

"And you know this how?" Risa asked doubtfully.

Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth. Cas thought to himself as he laid his head back in arms.

"Torture?" Dean gaped. "Oh, so, we're—we're torturing again." Cas sat up in his chair, Dean wasn't supposed to know that, what idiot would have let that slip. The present Dean was glaring at him and Cas paled thinking he might have been that idiot, he turned to Chuck to ask if he was the one that blabbed but found the seat next to him empty. It figured that if Cas couldn't keep it in his pants for a few hours then of course we wasn't going to be able to keep a secret long.

He laughed, he had no idea why, his body just began to force out a giggle and then there was tough-as-nails Dean glaring at him again. "What? I like past you."

Everyone stopped paying attention to Cas and he slipped back into his own little world again. He started to count his fingers to make sure he still had them all but he kept loosing count. The room grew silent and Cas glanced around to find everyone looking at him. Had he been talking? His Dean rolled his eyes and Cas miserably thought he must have disappointed him again. "He's coming."

Cas didn't know what he was talking about but he nodded like he did. He didn't see Risa leave but she was suddenly not there and the two Deans were arguing again. Cas was ready to fall asleep but someone roughly grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet. Even angry the past Dean couldn't hold a candle to the constant rage Cas's Dean always had hidden behind his eyes. Dean dragged Cas out the door, he looked back to see the older Dean studying the map and paying no attention to his reluctant lover being taken away by another man.

"Are people still…saying 'bro'…back in your time?" Cas managed to slur out when Dean started forcing up the few steps that led to his cabin. "'Because I hated that."

Dean shoved him against the wall and yanked down the zipper of Cas's jacket. Cas was a little startled by Dean's actions, he usually refused to touch Cas if he was intoxicated but Cas wasn't going to complain. He tried to lean in to kiss Dean but he was pushed back against the wall, Dean pulled at the collar of his shirt to reveal the purple bruise that had darken since the other Dean covered it up. Cas opened his mouth to try and explain it away but Dean's eyes traveled down to the stains on Cas's shirt. He barely had time to catch the revulsion on Dean's face before he was left standing on his own, nearly tumbling over from the lack of support. Dean was out of sight before Cas could ask him to wait and Cas tried to stumble after him but tripped over his own feet and tumbled to the ground.

Cas groaned and curled up on his side coming face to face with the broken shards of half Buddha's face. "Yashodhara never gave you this much trouble."

#%&#

Cassidy hovered by the edge of the red spray paint, her foot nudging at the thick line that formed a circle around the camp. Outside that line was a whole different world full of danger and monsters and she was about to walk straight into it.

"It's unfortunate it had to end this way." Cassidy spun around, almost smacking Rebecca across her cheek.

"What are you doing here?" She yelped.

"I liked you." Rebecca said dazedly. "I like Francis to. Too bad, so sad."

"You can't stop me." Cassidy stepped back, inches away from the seal.

"When you come back," Rebecca stepped next to Cassidy, stretching her hands out across the barrier but planting her feet safely inside it "you should bring me ice cream. I haven't had ice cream in years."

"Are you going to tell Dean?" Cassidy asked carefully.

"Oh no, Dean…"She trailed off lifting on leg out the circle and balancing on one unsteady foot. "Dean will be too distracted to notice."

Cassidy sighed realizing that Rebecca was no threat to anything and had only showed up to annoy her. "You should head back Rebecca. I'm going alone."

"I'll make sure they don't blow Francis's brain out till you come back." Rebecca grinned as if offering to make coffee for Cassidy's return. She dropped her limbs to her side and stepped away, studying Cassidy from head to toe. "Do you think you can find him in time?"

"I'm sure he'll find me first." Cassidy said before she could stop herself, the less Rebecca knew the better.

"I screwed up a lot." Rebecca tapped her chin and turned back toward camp. "Next time around I'll do things a lot better, yes, it will be all gum drops and lollipops next time."

Cassidy ignored Rebecca, her footsteps crunched against old leaves slowly disappearing as she made her way back to camp. She reminded herself that it was now or never, thinking back to Francis tied up and covered in blood, she had only one option left. Cassidy took a deep breath trying to keep her heartbeat steady and stepped out of the safety net that surrounded Chitaqua. The rest of camp was off in dreamland while Cassidy walked right into Armageddon.

So I think there is only going to be two or three more chapters, and I'm planning on posting the first chapter of the sequel the same time I post the last chapter. I'm probably going to go back and fix up the previous chapters so there might be a bit of a wait till next chapter. I got such nice reviews last chapter I just had to post a new chapter early! I think this is probably my favorite story even though I don't update it much :)

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